"You don't need to know much, Auror."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the old craftsman Satis flashed, and he raised the silver wand in his hand. The Deathly Hallows instantly flashed a cold light, like a sharp blade that cuts the soul in the dark night.

His voice was low, but filled with unparalleled determination:

"The Curse of Ouroboros·The Grip of the Soul!"

A twisted stream of silver light surged from the top of the wand, quickly sweeping toward Damian like a poisonous snake.

Upon noticing the attack, the red-robed wizard immediately raised his wand, cold sweat fell from his forehead, but his eyes ignited the last will to fight.

He gritted his teeth and shouted loudly:

"Magic backlash!"

A blue current barrier burst out from the top of the wand, blocking it in front of him like a barrier, isolating the silver light flow of the old craftsman.

Phew~

The moment the silver light collided with the blue electricity, countless dazzling sparks burst out, and the electricity sizzled in the air, which was frightening.

The old craftsman narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the blue barrier in front of him, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his wand high and his tone was low and deadly threatening:

"The Grip of the Soul!"

A thick black mist surged out of the silver wand, carrying endless cold air and quickly attacking Damian's barrier.

The moment the thick black fog touched the thunder barrier, it swallowed up the blue lightning as if tearing it apart, gradually eroding Damian's defense into broken points of light.

Damian's expression changed slightly, he quickly took a step back, waved his wand again, and roared:

"Serpent's Breath!

A huge snake shadow made of thunder rushed out from the top of the wand, sweeping towards Satis and Xia Xiu with a deafening roar, trying to reverse the situation with this final blow.

The snake shadow opened its bloody mouth, and electric current raged in the air, tearing open cracks in the darkness of the corridor.

However, Satis' expression remained unchanged. He suddenly raised the Deathly Hallows and muttered silently:

"Lightning Strike!"

The silver light seemed to turn into a cold chain, flying out from the top of the wand and wrapping tightly around the thunder snake.

The chains tightly suppressed the snake shadow, forcing it to gradually disintegrate and turn into scattered electric sparks, which were slowly annihilated along with the burning smell remaining in the air.

Damian's face was ashen, and the slight trembling of the wand in his hand could not hide the anger and humiliation in his heart.

He stared at the old craftsman, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness, and he gritted his teeth to squeeze out every word, his voice as harsh as a poisonous snake:

"This is not your ability, Satis Elosak! There's no way a half-blood like you has such power - it's the wand in your hand, right?

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Surrender to the abyss for it? Have you forgotten the blood flowing through you, you damn half-breed!"

The old craftsman shook his head slightly, with a hint of coldness in his calm eyes.

He raised the silver wand higher, and a faint silver light flowed from the wand, reflecting his old but resolute face.

"You're right, I won't make any excuses."

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying an unusual calmness.

"I did surrender to Your Majesty Abraham. But this surrender was out of my own will. Your Majesty gave me the right to choose. However, the so-called 'obedience' I once had to the Kailasher family was a kind of oppression.

Surrender.”

"You, the Kelasel family, only know how to conquer, but have never truly understood human nature. Although I am also a conqueror, I have the mind of a true monarch. His method of conquest is more tolerant and broader than yours."

"I obey Your Majesty, and I can have my own ideas; and in the past, I obeyed the Kailasher family, and the only option was absolute obedience."

Damian's face turned red instantly, and his anger almost exploded in his body.

"The ultimate hypocrisy!"

"Each other—"

The old craftsman answered again, which made the red-robed wizard even more red-hot. He waved his wand forward suddenly, and his voice became harsher because of his anger:

"How presumptuous! Do you think you can defeat me with a magic wand?"

"In the Ring of Nagas, you are a Mudblood for one day and a Mudblood for the rest of your life!"

Before he finished speaking, his fingers quietly tore open an Abyss Snake scroll that had been hidden in his sleeve, and instantly chanted an ancient spell belonging to the Snake Spirit Family.

He spoke Parseltongue, which was as high as level 5, and at the same time activated his other Auror bloodline suppression technique.

The red-robed wizard Damian's face turned pale as a piece of paper the moment the blood suppression technique was activated, as if all the blood had been drained away.

The so-called bloodline suppression technique uses the bloodline inscriptions in the "Book of Sages" to suppress the magic of non-pure-blood wizards within a specific range, making it difficult for the other party to use high-level magic. This spell is especially effective for mixed-race and Muggle descendants.

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And as much energy and blood as you want to suppress, you need to burn as much energy and blood. At this moment, anger surged into your heart, and the red-robed wizard who hoped to escape directly burned one-third of his energy and blood to suppress this damn mudblood.

At this moment, the power of the bloodline suppression technique was like an invisible shackle, heavily suppressing the flow of magic power of the old craftsman, making his whole body stiff, even his breathing became heavy and rapid, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Damian gritted his teeth, but kept thinking about the last bargaining chip in his hand.

He quickly tore open the Abyssal Serpent Scroll, and a low Parseltongue squeezed out from between his lips and teeth, like a low-pitched curse:

"Basilisk!"

The air instantly became bitingly cold, and the shadow of an illusory giant snake emerged from the darkness. The huge [Basilisk] crawled out from another space. The green snake scales flashed with a strange cold light and black venom.

It dripped from the fangs, making a harsh sound that corroded the air.

The giant snake's eyes were fixed on the old craftsman, and a terrifying murderous intention rushed towards him.

However, Damian put all his bets on his escape plan at this moment - he knew that the Lord of the Abyss could not easily use his own power, so he borrowed the hands of Satis, a hybrid man, to achieve his goal.

"Kill the Mudblood...delay the Lord of the Abyss...delay long enough to pass on the news that he has entered the academy."

These thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and a smug sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Taking advantage of the moment when the giant snake Basilisk pounced on the old craftsman, Damian suddenly activated the wind movement, and his whole body turned into a swift shadow.

Rush for the exit.

Just when he thought he had a chance to win, a low and somewhat lazy voice slowly sounded from behind him, carrying an irresistible force:

"Dawn·Vulcan·Clear the Way."

boom--

Everything in the air was instantly ignited, and a heat wave swept over, like a fire storm that destroyed the world.

The wind movement that Damian had just activated was ruthlessly torn apart, and the blazing flames formed a huge flame circle around him, completely blocking his retreat.

A terrifying heat wave approaches, scorching and twisting the air.

The Basilisk summoned by him let out a desperate roar when the flames touched it. The huge snake shadow was burned to ashes and disappeared into the depths of the flames before struggling for long.

Damian turned his head stiffly, unprecedented fear welling up in his heart.

His eyes were dull, and his gaze fell on the young man with blond hair.

The young man raised his right hand, and a small cluster of strange flames danced on his index finger, light and deadly.

What's even more suffocating is that there is a faintly visible [Crown of Thorns] suspended above his blond hair, exuding an intimidating pressure.

Those golden eyes stared at Damian calmly, without a trace of pity in their eyes, only a kind of superior divine light.

[True name field·expansion——]

【Unique logo·Crown of Thorns!】

[Third Authority (Metatron): Book of Order (Book of Conquest of All Realms)]

[Elements unlocked: Praise of Holy Sound (Law, Holy Light, Perfect Destiny)]

"Isn't it just to cast ancient magic that is in line with the crystal wall system lock? Although this thing is not as simple as genealogy casting, it requires a lot of effort to construct a magic network structure that fits the crystal wall, and it also conforms to the plane magic vibration ripple theory. Choose low-level magic.

The physical signs of blessing to the soul..."

The Dark Lord smiled slightly, with a touch of disdain in his tone.

As the words fell, his eyes calmly glanced at the stunned red-robed wizard Damian in front of him, as if this was just a boring spell-casting exercise.

"Although there are a lot of restrictions, as long as you adapt and adapt, sometimes these ancient methods are more suitable for dealing with extreme apocalyptic environments than the genealogy method."

Xia Xiu raised his index finger to his mouth, blew gently to extinguish the small flame, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Damian stood there blankly, with shock, anger, and a bit of unconcealed fear in his eyes.

He had never thought that the rumored Lord of the Abyss before him could adapt to the rules of the crystal wall system so skillfully, with such proficiency that he was as wanton as he was in his own home.

Snap——

"The next step is the highlight,"

Xia Xiu smiled softly and snapped his fingers.

The loud and crisp sound was like a sharp knife cutting through the silence. In an instant, the silver wand in the hand of the old craftsman Satis suddenly disappeared and appeared in his hand instantly.
To be continued...